Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DNA. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.